Dimentio reappeared inside the hall. He pulled something out his pocket and examined it. Olive glanced down the hall, checking if Dimentio had some sort of spy hiding nearby. The way was clear.

Dimentio had lied to him for the last time. He promised Olive the chip, twice, and refused it both times. Olive saw where he put it, and now it came to being stealthy enough to sneak close and take it.

He ducked as close to the floor as he could, coming close to the jester. Dimentio pocketed the item and walked off ahead. Dimentio started singing quietly to himself, and Olive thought he didn't sound half-bad.

"Dum-dum, this sucks, life is feeling like a bunch of-" He started humming instead.

Olive scowled and snuck closer to Dimentio again. Dimentio at least stopped walking, but Olive hoped Dimentio didn't notice him. Olive slowly reached his arm out. He flinched when Dimentio grabbed the chip out his pocket.

"After this, Olive?"

Olive stood up. "What gave it away?"

"I'm not an idiot, Olive. I knew you'd go after this. With Izuku out of the way for now, I can keep up my games with the other heroes." He twirled it between his fingers. Olive jolted when he opened his hand, and the chip was gone. "But you should know that I will not hesitate to remove unnecessary clutter in my plans. And since you act so...wickedly, I include you into that section."

Olive glanced down at Dimentio's other hand. He held the chip tightly, but seemed to beckon Olive into taking it. Olive glanced back down at it as Dimentio communicated something to him. And that's when it happened.

Dimentio released most of his hold on the chip.

Olive grabbed Dimentio's wrist so suddenly, Dimentio didn't have time to react. Dimentio tried to tear his arm away from Olive. Olive fought him, trying to pry Dimentio's fingers open.

"St-stop it!" Dimentio cried, hitting a tone different than usual. Instead of cocky and flamboyant, he sounded scared.

Olive got a bit cocky himself, finally seeing fear in Dimentio's eyes and hearing it in his voice. "What, are you scared of a silly robot? It seems so unlike you, Dimentio!"

Dimentio cared little of the chip, even dropping it on the ground to force Olive to let go of him. "Release me!"

Olive let go of his wrist and grabbed the chip from the floor. "Thanks." He didn't mean it, he was only being polite.

Dimentio grabbed his wrist, fear written clearly on his face. He clenched his fist. "H-how dare you?" He glared at Olive. "How dare you grab me that way..."

Olive took a step back as Dimentio came closer. "Dimentio, I told you I-"

"Your feelings are invalid! You are nothing more than a je-robot!" He corrected himself. "You have no need for provisions, or your foolish life!"

"Dimentio? Did something happen to you?" He was backed into a wall now.

"You will not steal again if you value your life. I need you still, for my entertainment, but be wary. I will be watching you, and I will kill you if you make a single error ever again. And I will do it in the most painful way I can imagine."

"D-Diment-"

Dimentio punched Olive's eye, and he fell to the floor. Dimentio looked at his hand again.

"It's not real...You're safe now...Your dolls do not judge you..." He muttered, holding his clenched fist to his chest and cupping his other hand around it. He turned and left, seemingly forgetting about Olive and the chip.

Olive covered his sparking eye, sloppily got back to his feet, and fled back to the students. He'd been scanning the fortress since Dimentio took the students alone, and found he could scan the traces of their Quirks. It sort of lead him in a path to them. He forced open the door with one hand, stepped inside the room, and slammed it shut.

"Ashi."

Ashi stood. "What's wrong? Did you really come crawling back? I thought you sided with Dimentio."

"How can I do that when I've seen his true colors? He-he punched me. I only wanted something he promised. I was going to steal it from him but he threatened to kill me! Who would do that to someone they're working for? Someone they care for?"

"So you finally did a realization." That voice was new.

The owner of the voice slid open the door, closing it shortly after. He turned on the light, revealing he was anything but human.

"Hello, Ol-V 13! Fawful is here to do a saving of you!"

The students and Olive stared at him. "Wh-what are you?" Kana asked.

"Fawful is from the world of the Mushroom Kingdom! Fawful made Ol-V 13 by insane man's pleading, and helped him get that prison of prism!" Fawful motioned to the glass dome. "Fawful can help you escaping if you are wanting it. Fawful doesn't like fink-rats like insane man!"

"Dimentio hired you?" Olive asked.

"Ol-V 13?" Kana mentioned. "Olive, what is he talking about?"

Olive sighed. "I-I..."

"Olive?" Fawful asked. "I like it!"

Olive smiled a bit. "Thanks...Dimentio called me that."

Fawful scoffed. "Fawful hates his face. His dumb, smiling, mask-face!"

Olive handed Fawful the chip. "Can you get this back in?"

"Your main programming?! Insane man ripped your program out! Why would he destroy Fawful's robots?!"

Olive took his hand off his injured eye. "How bad is it? I can't see from this eye."

Fawful looked at his eye. "It's injured, but nothing Fawful can't do a repair to!"

Kieru screamed. "Olive! Wh-what happened to your-? It's sparking!"

"Dimentio punched me in the eye when I stole the chip from him," Olive said with a smile.

Ashi blinked. "You're...a robot? But then..."

Olive sighed. "He seemed so believable. But I don't want to work with someone who wants to kill me."

Fawful made Olive sit down and pulled out a toolbox.

Olive rubbed his neck. "Guys, I'm sorry. I think I needed that punch. I realized that killing isn't right. Even if Dimentio did mean well, I don't think killing people is right."

"That's part of being a hero," Kana said. "Heroes try not to kill people. It's only allowed when it's absolutely needed. And knowing you're a robot...That makes more sense with the gun arm."

"Yeah." Olive heard a beep. "What was that?"

"Fawful needs to reboot you." Fawful tugged something inside Olive's head.

"Owie!" Olive rubbed the open panel. "That hurt..."

Fawful stared at him. "He turned on your pain sensors...That fink rat." He growled as he messed around more in Olive's head. "Get ready. Reboot's coming."

"Wait, reboot? Did you say reboo-" Olive lost all life on his face, and his head flopped forward.

Fawful went to the front and removed the cracked eye.

"Is he going to be okay?" Netsu asked, a bit worried.

Fawful nodded.

It took a few minutes, but by the time Olive turned back on, Fawful had finished repairing his eye. Olive sat up, stretched, and sat in silence for a moment.

"My...protocol?" Olive looked at his hand. "My...N-no, I can't do that! I just said I wouldn't kill him!"

Fawful backed away, looking at the students as he did.

"Why are you here?" Yoshiro asked.

"Fawful was his supplier, but Fawful did an explaining of that already. Fawful doesn't like what insane man is doing to the hero-people here. Fawful was nicer than that." Fawful crossed his arms.

Olive stood. "I...can ignore it. I can make my own protocol. And I'll start by saving these students."

The door slid open. "Oh, really? Do, prey tell, explain how you hope to do that, then." Dimentio leaned against the doorway, a hand on his hip.

They stayed silent.

"Oh, don't get shy now! I'm interested in your little plan. In case you didn't notice, that barrier is indestructible."

Fawful punched Dimentio in the cheek, knocking him from the door and onto the floor. "Leave! Now!" Fawful ran over to the barrier, deactivated it, and shoved them out of the room.

Ashi purposely kicked Dimentio as the students ran out.

Dimentio got back to his feet. "Cr p." He chuckled. "How unfortunate. Even you, too, turn against me."

"This is wrong!" Fawful said. "People always get hurt, but you have a death wheel of death! You're the insane!"

"I kill for the fun, of course. I thought you would share my vision. A world, without good and bad, a world where there is no pain. A world where the line between reality and fiction no longer exists. A world...where I can do what I please without death, without trauma, and without pesky dogs like you."

"Trauma?" Fawful mumbled to himself.

Dimentio was calm, too calm, and it was making Fawful worry. "Oh, but I don't want to kill you. You and Olive have been my most helpful servants since I had Luigi by my side...However, I do want you to perform for me. A king needs his jesters, and you will be perfect for the part." He grinned.

Fawful shuddered. Dimentio was happy, but that grin had something else hidden in it.

"Come with me now, don't be shy."

Fawful stood his ground. "No."

"Fawful."

"Nope."

Dimentio frowned. "I'm trying to be nice. Unless you want to witness my full fury, I suggest you obey."

Fawful clenched his fists. "Fawful will never listen to you! You destroyed Fawful's pride and work! You fink rats are always doing things like that! Things that annoy Fawful!"

"What, are you going to punch me again? Aha! I'd like to see you try. I'm stronger, more agile, and more experienced than you."

Fawful ignored him and tried to hit him again. Dimentio moved to the side, smiling. Fawful tripped him. Dimentio landed on his hands and pushed himself back up. He kicked Fawful, cracking his glasses. He grabbed Fawful by the collar. He pulled Fawful up to his face.

"Oh, you poor, foolish man. I warned you. You're lucky I'm still deciding to spare your sad life. After all, imagine how depressing it would be to die twice."

Fawful kicked Dimentio's shin. "Fawful would rather die again than suffer from you!"

Dimentio dragged him to another room, grumbling as he stormed through the halls. "You're lucky I wasted my wish on you. Not for another thousand years will I be able to get a new wish. I could have gotten everything I wanted, but I had to go out of my way and be kind to you. As a fellow fallen villain, I thought you would understand. But instead, you side with these...HEROES and completely ignore what we are!" He tossed Fawful into the room and slammed the door. "We are what we are. If they call us villains, then we're villains. People like you and I only wanted what's best for others like us. Those who were hurt, who were tossed to the side."

"People who were called a demon?"

Dimentio froze. "Don't say that."

"You're not the demon because your face. You're the demon because of your acting."

Dimentio grabbed his face. "Stop that! You mean it, I know you do! Just like everyone else!"

Fawful liked how Dimentio was insecure. He was a weakness. "Demon! Demon!" Shatter his spirit enough, and Fawful had a real chance at beating him.

Dimentio screamed, staggering back. "Shut it! SHUT IT!"

Fawful crossed his arms. "You are just the scared! Scaredy-baby-mask-face! Insane man hates his face! Fawful hates your face too."

"Of course you do. Everyone did. That's why I killed them." He pulled his hand out his poncho a bit. "I was hoping to spare you, but you crossed far too many lines. You saved the students, you helped Olive, and you deliberately mocked the same thing I was almost beheaded for." Fawful saw a small glint of silver in Dimentio's hand. "Now you will know just how it is to be stabbed through the heart."

"Wh-"

Dimentio shoved Fawful down and stabbed his chest, clutching the knife like his last thread of sanity. "Doesn't it hurt?! Don't you see why I'm trying to stop pain and suffering?! You can see it clearly now, you can feel it, can't you?!"

Fawful screamed as Dimentio twisted the knife in his chest.

"This is what happens when people turn on me! YOU DIE! AHAHAHAHA! Isn't it wonderful, seeing just what I'll do to Izuku?! I'm joking, of course it is! And I was thinking, why stop here?! I could poison the knife! Even if I miss his heart, I can slowly kill him from the inside out; and laugh as he screams in agony!"

Fawful tried to forcefully make Dimentio remove the knife.

"Come on, Fawfie! Scream! SCREAM! Show me your pain! Show me you're hurting! Show me your regret! Scream, SCREAM!"

"Fawful will...never do what you-" he coughed out blood, "-say...ever again...!"

"Oh, that's what they all say. But in the twine of life-or-death, everyone will do whatever it takes to survive!" He laughed as he shoved the knife further in, nearly forcing the hilt into his chest. "So tell me the truth! I can save your life! I can keep you alive in this Grambi-forsaken world! All you have to do is say that you'll stay! You can't leave me, you're stuck with me, Fawfie!"

Fawful coughed again, the world around dimming to black. "Fawful...would rather...die..."

Dimentio removed the knife, going to his feet again. He scoffed and wiped the blood onto his poncho. "Fine. Be that way. I hoped you would reconsider, in a situation like that, but you stand by your truths. I do have to applaud you for being so stubborn. But now you're going to die, and it's all your fault."

"It's...all...your...fault..." Fawful said slowly. "You...kill...for...fun...To...removing...of...your...p a i n..." Fawful stopped breathing.

"About time. He was so stubborn, he was even out-willing death itself. What an interesting character, gone to waste."

He snapped, making Fawful float to him. He now had a murder on his conscious, and would not be satisfied until his body was gone. Dimentio grabbed him from the air, tossing him over his shoulder. He opened the door and left the room.

Dimentio's plan had been going well until now. He had puppets bring him heroes and villains who tried to fight him. He had them trapped in another room, for now. But he planned on using them for something. He wanted Izuku, first. He wanted to play games with the hero. Games nobody deemed fun except the jester himself.

Fawful was staining his poncho red, so Dimentio adjusted his grip on the Beanbean. He covered the wound with Fawful's cape, then rested him back on his shoulder. Dimentio went to the backyard of the school. It was mainly untouched, except for the splinters of wood lying around the dying grass. Dimentio dropped Fawful and grabbed a shovel.

"Time to get to work, I suppose."

He finished, patting the dirt down flat. The trick was to plant an endangered species on top of the burial area, in order to be certain no nosy cops would think to dig it up. Although, the sprout did stick out from the rest of the grounds. He had no other option, and obviously didn't care much for plants, and just left it alone. He spun the shovel, resting it on his shoulder.

"What a foolish idea I've had. Why do I collect those who fight me? Why not paint the town red? Mmhmhm!"